Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

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your worst nightmare be this verse right
but good, that's you niggas get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in a hearse right
and i bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call peoples on me
to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
i'mma keep it sosa while these keep it tony
you gotta watch the picture you painting with your verses
we go in niggas' mouths, i don't know bout purses
and what's up this, "i'm just sayin'" shit?
fuck asked you shouldn't be saying shit
is, assholes always saying shit
but money talks you got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
plaxi-ho, oops, i mean plaxico
talking we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, cheddar bob
you the story, nigga come home, set it sob
gonna be a hater cause he can't find a job
at home, feeling like he out of town
nigga on the field, like he out of bounds
to my city, emphasis on my city
that just my opinion, but who really fucking me, huh?
why give a fuck it no sense to give
ray j shit got me so sensitive
big bad wolf dressed in a granny
bitch nigga, i see through your disguise
jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
you can't touch me, you waiting for mani to dry
and you don't them niggas in your house though
trying to see if you got
i one to put no info out, yo

you start shit, i end shit
you the influence, i'm over the bullshit
you on a empty tank, i got a clip
you got the dripping from the wolves' lips
don't have that man bout you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay
yeah, comes in threes like menage a trois
mase-qua, that's the 'rati
my aston martin, made that a four-door
pipes, that's my four-door shotty
sitting but i'm shitting, that's my four-door
ain't too many ride like me,
this what separates the majors from the little
little me, just to be the bigger person
dr. banner, but the nigga version
and you don't to see me angry
you won't like it i'm angry
my condolences from the
all i say, sorry for your loss